Loving the wrong guy✔

Talks to Trouble

Chapter - 17

Talks to trouble



Aditya

"When the hell are you coming back? " I shouted at Big B on phone.

It was enough of my own thinking. I wanted to take advice from him on how to make my girl happy. But he was far away in New York for his work.

He kept pushing me to tell things but I refrained for I was all irritated by him when he told me about his another one week work.

I wanted to talk about it but I had no one to so I just hopped out of the bed for my dear diary. I opened the drawer I place my thing safely.

I didn't get that. I messed all other papers but it wasn't there. But I remembered keeping that there so for another maybe not sleek chance I thought to get that and so I put all things out to get the confirmation of no diary was in the place.

I caught the top of my hair pressing my memory to where I had forgotten that. Nothing came up in my head.

Then I began the overall search of the room, living room, study room, dad's room, dining room even kitchen.

I scoured where I had never taken it. But my diary was lost or maybe stolen by someone. It was that time I was wholly away from her thoughts.

When my mind ragged of it, I slumped myself on the chair with my fingers on my head rummaging it to calm myself of thousands of thoughts about her which I wanted to share to my diary.

Her heartbeats. Her soft lips. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her small nervous nose. Her...

Everything pleased me. It was day when I hated her as and the next I got myself thinking about her all the time with love.

I giggled at that. They say it right that you would never know when and who you would start to like as last precious of your life.

She was all over me. To know that she too liked me though didn't accept it, ignited great hope in me. I knew it wasn't too late for her to accept that.

Thinking about her I didn't know when I slept and woke up still remembering the dreams I had of her. Her with me, beside me.

I thought, If I would tell her she might have called me dirty talker Jerk.

The biggest question of all was what she going to do the next day we meet. I smiled at my thought of her accepting my proposal.

Proposal.

That was it. I hadn't proposed her. Alright I told her my sudden originated feelings but hadn't proposed her properly. The way it should have to be.

It occurred to me that when at the situation she liked me and if I do think in its proper way she might accept me.

I already told her that she might not be able to reject me and I wasn't going to spare her. So that was the time to propose her.

I took off for college early. Dad called for me and I had no time for his lectures or whatever the shits he wanted me to listen.

My car raged to highest speed for I had my plans. I stopped at the flower shop and bought a single red rose.

You see I had reasons to buy single rose. I was so very determined to not have the rose thrown away by her.

I know that was so stupid but yeah I bought single one. Next thing was to kneel and propose her as shown on movies.

It was to be my first. I never had to propose any girl for they lurked around me and I chose out of my options.

It's not to sound rude but it was the fact. I was new to propose any girl and too that kind of girl who don't lurk around you but hated you for being asshole on her first day of college.

But I always had loved the adventures. Thrill in them thrilled me.

And then I was standing on the parking with the rose same on my bag. My gang on its usual reserved position.

I approached them when Akash and Sanya came towards me. Kanika' s head turned away from me.

She was filling them with her anger she held for my beasty for second before I reached. I knew I wouldn't let her do anything with her.

" Hey love birds. What's up?! " I cheered and raised my hand for high five. He gave the most limp ever hit to my excited hands.

" We are cool. But you are at the odds. " Akash said plainly still moving.

" What? " I said to their backs.

" Talk to her. " Sanya pointed towards Kanika.

It was so clear then. She was so much hurt of me and beasty together.

" Hey Gold. " Sometimes I called her this. Well mostly at times she was so angry with me and that was quite rare thing.

She sniffed and I readied to hear bitter for her. " Is that cunt not available this moment? "

Cunt. Great fury ran through me but I knew she had always been that to any other girls I had been to.

" Kanika just don't call her that. I won't listen shits.... "

She scoffed. " It was to be me. I always had been with you but some other girls comes instantly and you start to like her. Love her? That's what you say. You know what AD it's just that you haven't slipped into her. Once you get that, you will get bored enough to return to me. "

I heard her. Her words entered my ear and I questioned myself if that was all I wanted but no it wasn't that my heart said and so me.

" Just shut up kanika. I am not going to listen anymore of your bullshits. Just stop this nuisance or our little friendship might suffer the consequences. " I turned away from her.

" How does she call for you? What she do? That little... " I stopped her.

" Does that matter? I guess no. Well let me tell you why you don't go through my heart when you had most times with me. It's because of this behavior of yours. And I know I am f*****g s**t but I love Alia. "

I walked away from her so furiously. It wasn't first time she had been envious. She held ill wills for anyone near me but it never irritated or infuriated me, actually I didn't care, but then I wasn't willing to hear anything about Alia.

Stomping and fighting my anger, I didn't knew where I was going. Being in the awful mood to face dad in the classroom was the worst idea. So I decided basketball court to dibble my anger away.

Rishabh was so busy and sweaty to take the ball away from the boy whom I didn't knew, taller and broader than him. Annoyance was clear on his face.

I sat on the grass watching them play. Rishabh on seeing me waved me to join but I shook my head. He Shrugged and then the ball hit his head to get his attention there.

I took my phone out flipping through something mindlessly. Then it dawned I had something amazing in my gallery.

Then beasty's legs were in front of me. I smiled at the thought of smoothness and flawlessness of them.

I raised my head to see nothing. But it had to be so worst start of the day.

I spotted beasty far away from the ground with the freak alone. I didn't remember what the hell was his name.

He was so close to her, touching her beautiful and silky cheek. Streak of fury ran through me.

My hands fisted and I stood with the Jerk. I was to punch that baboon. i***t. Freak.

I ran towards them and as I neared the more clear was the way he looked at her.

His f*****g palms cupped her cheeks and his mouth spitting something to her.

Her hands were on his arms. I wished she would jerk them down and push him away.

"I love you Alia... " I heard him say when I stood between them.

I grabbed his hands and pushed him away from her to let him hit the ground.

" What the hell are you doing?! " Alia yelled at me holding my arm roughly. When she was to go to him, I grabbed her by wrist.

" How dare you say all that to her. How dare you touch her?! Just keep away from her or you will see. "

" Dhruv? Are you okay? " She asked him with concern shaking off my hands. But I hadn't allowed her to run to freak.

" Leave my hands... " She yelled at me. Her eyes full of anger and annoyance.

" Go away or I will hit you so that you don't stand again. " I warned him not to come near her.

" Leave her when she wants that from you." I punched him straight on his face when he came hurling towards us.

He bent over his knees catching his face. I saw the blood pouring out of his nose.

"You are mad. JERK! " She shook off from my grip and jumped over to him.

I never felt that jealous when she caressed his bleeding nose and brushed the dirts from his arms and clothes.

" It's bleeding. Let's go for medical. "

" Don't worry I am fine. " he squeaked and I was on him again.

She stood between us and held my collar.

" You are a big bully. It serves you happiness to put legs in front of other and make them fall or to hit someone. Make fun of all. And not to forget bed every girl you want.... Stop being nuisance. Stop this... "

So dumbfounded I was. I couldn't say a word to her. Jerking my collar and holding the extended hands of freak, I watched her retreat away.

It felt like she was getting out of reach. I couldn't let that happen and for that I needed to make her happy.

But how? The biggest question.

I tried to think much but my stupid mind gave off.

Fury for freak was on its peak.

I released the breath of envy and failure. He gained her sympathy and I got my collar treat.

Determination to make her happy increased to the much higher extent than to kick the freaks ass.

I was fisting my hands, crushing my teeth and sharing my my head in great vexation, when my phone rang.

It was dad's call. I ignored and put it into silent.

He called again. I picked up this time.

'Why are you not in class? '

' I don't feel like attending it. '

'I want to talk to you. Go to my office and patiently wait there! '

'Dad I don't want to talk. '

' Go and wait. We are going home. '

He hanged up and I slumped myself on the ground. No lecture on the phone but talk he said and I went suspicious.

To listen to the lecture was much easier than to answer his questions. Once in this kind of talks he asked me if I loved him and respected him as his father.

I was sitting in front of him across the tea table went dumb. Mom came into my view hanging in the air, lifeless and not replying when I called her in my childish voice. Horrible the sight was for five year old me. I didn't remember anything of mom except the last time I saw her which never faded from my head when everything of my childhood vanished. That night still haunted me. Sometimes I felt like it would have been better to not remember anything. But then does mom deserved to be forgotten even by her son?

'No I don't love you and respect you. You are a murderer who killed his own wife and world knows she killed herself.' I replied dad warily that time.

It took us more than two weeks to talk again properly and greet mornings to each other.

And then one more talk he wanted to disconnect the bugged relationship. Atleast last time bhai became the messenger.

I lowered my hand when my cell ranged again. Now what else, I thought.

It wasn't dad but the later irritated me more than first one.

' I don't want to talk to the busy peoples for I am very much struck on my ass. So please hurry! '

' Look you don't react that way. Mom dad wanted to talk something to you. Will you please listen to them patiently? '

' I want no lessons bhai. And I hate all counselling of dad. If he want to lecture, I will listen but talk is something I am not interested. I won't answer his whys, whats and hows. And what it is now? What I did to have a talk? I am... '

' Adi. ' I went silent and the other side too.

' Adi! Hello?!Adi. Are you listening? ' For the big moment I went into another world.

' I am listening.... '

' Adi, I, mom and dad love you so much. We care about you. I know dad called you. So please don't avoid it, will you? '

I kept quite. I didn't wanted to say yes to him.

' Adi. Go talk things out. We don't want you to lose to wrong path. Adi? Alright. I will be home tonight so we will talk first. Is that okay? '

' What for all this is about? Why to call me then, bhai?You all must have been over me without telling me so that I won't have chance to escape as last time. Repeating same thing time and again. I am irritated. I.. I can't withstand all this. '

'Adi..listen... '

I hanged up the call.

To be in the college made sure to face that. I, of course, couldn't have gone to my friends home. To kanika's was the worst idea.

To someone new was the best. New and loving!